Staples, scotch tape & string
November 5, 2002i tell myself, christine, you have to keep it together.
but this is the hard part: the waiting. the being strong. the hoping for the best.
it’s strange how my comfort comes in your understanding. you know how i feel because you’ve been there. in fact, you have more to mourn because you lost someone close to you just last week/this weekend/yesterday. the people i love are still alive — struggling, but alive.
suddenly the phrase “every second counts” makes all the sense in the world. suddenly i remember everything i want to tell everyone. if i could just get you all into a room and give you a group hug i’d feel a hell of a lot better.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
